Fickle Bitch


The bitch

I sat there
in my usual spot

fingers poised

awaiting her dominion

It will begin 
as a trickle

I peck my way
across the page

She takes hold
and the scenes 
unfolding behind my eyelids 
magically find their way
to the page

Magic

It really does
feel like magic

She has hold of me

My fingers glide
unbidden
forming the images
in my mind's eye

The world around me
forgotten

It's just me
and the page

This is the 
magic my muse 
wields for me 

But not today

My Muse
broke our appointment
again

The fickle bitch

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson

*The original version of this was written in 2018.
I liked it very much back then, but I've revised
and refreshed it here. I hope you enjoy.

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